Every now an then I have to look up a word I am attempting to use, so I google it. This time my search for curmudgeonly led me to the most wonderful blog. If you are a mom, you will feel a kinship with her especially if your children, behaving just like children, sometimes draw looks of disapproval from proper folks without the joy of companionship.
I would recommend this blog for a little cheer you up. Enjoy. Curmudgeonry.
My much loved Auntie has finished this part of her life. At the end it was simply a fading away in the midst of pretty much constant pain and the fog induced by pain control. I would sit and hold her hand, play her some music, try to give her some water to drink. She seemed to enjoy the last visit oh her great, great niece Kimia even though I think it may have frightened Kimia a little. Now she is free of all that painful end of life stuff and with Christ who was her life’s friend.
Until we meet again Auntie.
I bought our Christmas turkey today. The flyer advertized the price at $0.99 a pound. The fine print says the turkeys weigh 5 to 7 Kilos.
5 to 7 Kilos. At seven kgs I would have had to buy at least two. There was also a whopping big bird in the chest. Almost 12 kgs. About the right size for the hordes that will descend on our home Christmas Eve – especially since I supplement it with a ham and tourtiere.
I will not have room to cook two birds in my oven at once. Definitely not. So, I put the big bird in the cart and proceeded to finish my shopping. The price at the till was not what I expected – closer to $5 a kilo! But it will feed us all so I looked on the bright side and pay the birds weight in gold. I think that to be fair they should at least discount the first 7 kilos of the bird. Or maybe I should read the fine print in the flyer more closely before I go shopping.
and now it seems as if sleep eludes me. So here I sit at the computer fiddling with my header and such.
First news this morning was that oldest son had rolled his vehicle on his way to a town about 4 hours from PA. Made me very concerned for him as well as for my own travels home from Alberta.
But he is OK, spending the night in hospital though. I guess it is prudent for a hospital to make sure the young lawyer is adequately observed so as to avoid any pesky questions later. He does have a broken collarbone and I guess is pretty sore.
My trip home was uneventful. There were some slippery sections along the way but nothing my trusty tires couldn’t handle. And I really did not want to put them to the test so I was careful.
Made it back in good time for tonight’s council meeting. Maybe that is what left me sleepless – not that it wasn’t good but sometimes I feel a bit overwhelmed at the things there are that must be done. Oh, volunteers, where are you?